Follow in your parents footsteps." she paused. "Now saying I know exactly how Jacob feels might be an overstatement, but really. When does my expectat...ons come into it? Mother, I know what happened to dad. You tried to gloss it over, but gossip at funerals is second only to bars and high school hallways. I know he got drunk one night because he lost a lot of money playing cards before a scheduled war game mission. I know he slammed into the side of a mountain at upwards of mach 2. I'm a gymnast. Why did it have to be so complicated? Couldn’t there be a guy who would be at least somewhat attractive, intelligent and nice enough that she wouldn’t feel horrified at the thought of having kids with his genetic input? Where the heck were all the nice guys, anyway? The other problem, of course, is that Sylvia knew perfectly well she wasn’t the easiest person to live with. Ever since she was a kid, her parents had shouted at her ‘You’re difficult, that’s what! How is anyone going to put up with. . It made you soft.”Man, you really don’t pull your punches. My frown deepened. “It’s not like you have any right to an opinion about how I live my life.”The god didn’t even have the good grace to look embarrassed. “Perhaps not,” he admitted. “But I hoped that giving you a taste of your potential might give you some sort of motivation.”“Hmmph.” I tried to be mad at my father for interfering, but I had to admit — I looked good.“If you decide you prefer your old, sloppy, slouched and out-of-shape. In a few years, most private property was overwhelmingly in male hands. Impoverished women steadily depended upon their fathers and brothers for protection and care. The states soon began to regard women as legally equivalent to minors in status. They were consigned to the juvenile trial process for any crimes that they might commit, in the same manner as children. The only difference was that penalties could be more severe for them than for children who did the same acts. TV and other media.